Ole Blind dog Blues

Flipping my world on its head
Shaking out the change with vigor
Hardship’s waves drenching my pelt
Shuddering from Misfortune’s chigger
This old noose staked by the shed

For years I barked at the unwary
For years I bayed at the uncaring
In time my territory surveyed did melt
Only darkness my teeth do baring
My ragged bones, I can still carry

With perked ears chipped and notched
Whiskers splayed, bruised nose twitch
Steps uncertain trained by my welt
Fumbling a familiar calm despite an itch
A long busy schedule promptly botched

Still I make the most of the scraps
Still I find my generous begging leg
Pitifilled treats I trade away the svelte
With a sad blank stare, no need to beg
Luxuries like these don’t need maps

In time I’ll find my way about
In time I’ll smile once again
I will retrieve my day once dealt
Snatched tight, death knows when
Heckled, and snarling, the route